The bullet rapidly penetrated the guard's scalp, sliced through the skull, and entered the brain. The high-speed friction made the bullet casing searing hot, instantly boiling the brain matter. Before the guard even realized what was happening, his head had been blown apart.
"Someone's dead!"
In the crowd, Soren's face contorted in shock. He'd never imagined that witnessing a person's head explode would be so viscerally disturbing.
"Bang—"
"Rat-tat-tat—"
Continuous gunfire erupted as the battle officially began. The lieutenant's side clearly had superior firepower compared to the extraction zone. In just one exchange, two more guards fell into pools of blood.
"They're killing people!"
"Run!"
The bullets weren't aimed only at the guards—the gathered crowd also came under heavy fire. Empty casings ejected rapidly from the sergeant's rifle as waves of people collapsed. Screams of terror and anguish filled the air as the crowd scattered in all directions.
As Soren ran with the crowd, a head suddenly exploded right beside his ear. Blood sprayed, brain matter splattered, and the metallic smell made Soren's pupils contract sharply. Death had never felt so close.
"Captain, what do we do? Their firepower is too strong!"
The extraction zone guard's face was filled with panic. He'd never experienced combat like this before—bullets were so precious that he'd never even had proper shooting practice.
"Steady your aim, try to hit them."
Speaking coldly, the guard captain released the safety on his rifle and took aim. The lieutenant's bobbing head appeared in his sights, and a flicker of satisfaction crossed his face as he began to squeeze the trigger.
"Bang—"
A gunshot rang out, but confusion spread across the captain's face. He clearly remembered that he hadn't fully pulled his trigger yet—where had that sound come from? Before he could figure it out, the guard opposite him stared back with horror, mouth gaping as if trying to say something. But the captain couldn't hear anything anymore. Blood trickled down from his head as he collapsed, dead.
The crowd fled in panic as the relentless gunfire continued to drop people in waves. In the chaos, another person fell to the ground right behind Soren.
The barrage didn't last long—within five minutes, all the extraction zone guards had been killed. The equipment gap had been so vast that the guards couldn't mount even the slightest resistance. Except for the few who had managed to escape to the sidelines, the extraction zone had fallen.
Harry burst out of the wooden cabin, having changed his clothes. His black, gold-trimmed combat suit contained his protruding belly, and he gripped a medium-length dagger tightly in his hand. This Harry looked vastly different from his usual self—an aura of expertise emanated from him.
As he ran, the bodies strewn across the ground came into view. He couldn't believe that in just moments, nearly everyone in the extraction zone had been killed.
"There's another one!"
"Bang!"
Harry's appearance quickly caught the lieutenant's attention. With a wave of the lieutenant's arm, the sergeant's rifle opened fire in Harry's direction. Continuous gunshots rang out.
Simultaneously, Harry's body exploded with astonishing speed. His bulky frame moved with surprising agility the moment the bullets flew toward him, successfully dodging the shots while rapidly closing the distance to his attackers.
"Damn, this old guy must have enhanced his agility to at least level three!" The lieutenant's face showed surprise as he cursed, snatching the rifle from the sergeant's hands. He pulled the trigger and fired.
"Bang—"
The bullet shot out rapidly. Unlike the others who aimed carefully, the lieutenant barely glanced before firing, his accuracy unnervingly high.
"The lieutenant has enhanced his precision to level three. This old guy definitely can't dodge that!" a soldier behind the lieutenant declared confidently.
"How do you know the lieutenant's precision is enhanced to level three?" another soldier asked curiously, clearly not as familiar with their commander.
"Shut up!"
Before the soldier could explain, the lieutenant's voice cut through. His shot had missed its target. Harry was still charging toward them.
"Bang—" "Bang—"
Multiple shots rang out as several bullets flew toward Harry. His face grew serious as his bulky body twisted with surprising dexterity, bullets grazing past him. Some hit him directly, but Harry's combat suit seemed exceptionally protective. His body merely paused briefly before continuing his frenzied charge.
"Bang—"
Another shot fired. As the range closed to about sixty feet, the lieutenant's level three precision skill clearly entered its optimal range. The bullet exploded violently against Harry, momentarily halting his advance.
"Slash—"
After his continuous sprint, Harry finally began swinging his dagger. After enduring one of the lieutenant's shots, Harry's blade plunged into a sergeant's throat. He twisted the dagger, shredding muscle. The sergeant clutched his neck as he fell, blood gushing out due to the pressure imbalance between his body and the outside air.
"Bastard!"
The lieutenant was furious. Despite all the shooting, they hadn't suffered any casualties until this fat man appeared and killed one of his men. Following Harry's movement pattern, the lieutenant rapidly pulled the trigger.
"Bang—"
Another shot blasted into Harry's back, tearing open his combat suit. Harry's face began to flush red.
"Slash—"
The injury couldn't stop Harry's attack. Using the momentum from the bullet impact, Harry leaped to another officer, his dagger slicing violently. It pierced the crown of the man's head, then lifted, peeling back the skull. White and red brain matter exposed to the air as another soldier fell.
With continuous attacks, Harry's dagger raised sprays of blood with each swing. One by one, soldiers collapsed under his assault. Breathing heavily, Harry had torn through his opponents, but his combat suit was now in tatters, exposing his unsightly fat belly.
"Huff— Huff—"
The rapid succession of sprints had set Harry's lungs on fire. Gasping for air, he realized his body was giving out!
"Can you still run?"
Drawing the longsword from his back, the lieutenant slowly advanced toward Harry. He had also enhanced his agility considerably—not as much as his opponent, but still to level two. His adversary was now severely wounded, making this the perfect moment to strike.
"Why don't you find out—"
Waving his dagger, Harry replied with grim determination.